Sorry it's kinda short but I felt it was the best place to leave it.

Also there are some things that might suggest that this is Wincest. Its not, its just pure brotherly love.


Chapter 3

After finishing up at the morgue, Sam and Dean met with their father at a diner. John had ordered steak and fries while Dean orders a cheeseburger and fries and Sam ordered a chicken Cesar salad.

"So what'd you find?" John asked.

"Sam and I went to the morgue to take a look at the victims. Sam noted that the gashes in their faces weren't that deep so it probably wasn't the gashes that killed the vics. He also noticed that each of the vics are missing three of their ribs," Dean said making sure John knew what Sam did.

John tried not to act like what Dean had said surprised him. "Well, I tried to talk to some of the locals but these people are as quiet as a church mouse. Mostly everyone I talked to was close mouthed."

"Hmm. That's weird. Usually people are more talkative," Dean said biting into another fry.

"Maybe they're hiding a secret or something."

"You think, Sammy?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged, "Either that or they're afraid of something."

"Maybe. I definitely wouldn't put that past this town."

John watched as his two boys signed back and forth unsure of what they were saying. "Dean, what're you two talking about?"

Dean sighed, Maybe if you decided to learn sign language you'd know. "Sam was thinking that maybe this town either has a secret they're hiding or they're afraid of something."

John shook his head, "I doubt it."

After they ate, the three headed to their cars and headed back to the motel. The three of them went into Sam and Dean's room. Sam immediately pulled out his laptop. Dean started to disassemble some of his and Sam's guns to clean them and John was trying to talk to Dean about the case and having Sam around.

"Dean, bringing Sam here was a bad idea."

"Bad idea according to you. What the fuck is your problem, huh? Why can't you see that Sam is a good hunter despite his inability to hear?"

"Dean, Sam is a magnet for trouble. Without his ability to hear, he won't know trouble when it's near him, and you can't always be around. You need to take him to Bobby's or something."

Dean shook his head, "I won't do that, dad. It would kill him."

"Dean, it isn't safe for him."

"Like you even care."

"I'm trying to protect him!"

Dean was prevented from saying anything further when he heard tapping on the table. He walked over to Sam. "Find something, Sammy?" he asked turning Sam's face toward his.

Sam nodded, "It's not much, but it's something."

"Whatchu got?" Dean signed.

"Latisha and Marlon were a couple. Even had a kid. According to Latisha and Marlon's records, they were married for a year. It also states that Latisha was seeing Wesley."

"So Wesley was getting some booty from Latisha while she was married to Marlon?"

Sam nodded, "Looks like it."

"Damn, talk about your lover's quarrel. So, maybe Marlon found out that Latisha and Wesley were getting it on and decided to off them both and then he what, kills himself?"

Sam shrugged as John walked over, "Maybe."

John noticed what they were talking about and pointed to something on the screen, "Does Latisha's daughter have a name and address?"

Sam nodded and wrote down the information. John took the paper from Sam.

"Good. Sam, you stay here. Dean, you and I will check out this woman."

Dean sighed. His dad didn't even thank Sam or tell him that he did good, just brushed him off like what he just did wasn't important. Dean saw Sam's lip start to tremble and he touched his brother's cheek before signing something to him. Sam laughed and nodded. Dean patted his brother on the cheek as he followed John out the door.

"What was that about?" John asked.

"What?"

"All of that. The secrets and the touches."

"It wasn't a secret, but I guess since you never took the chance to learn sign language or something than maybe it's a secret to you."

"If I had the time I would've. I was busy."

"Yeah, with your precious hunt. You were always too busy dad. You're even too busy now to even say thanks to Sam."


After John and Dean left Sam grabbed a beer from the mini fridge and lay on the bed. I am so fucking tired of this. Dad didn't even say thanks for doing some of the research. I am so sick and tired of being left outta shit. Dad should treat me better than this. I hate being deaf. If it isn't dad treating me like I'm no good, its random people on the street giving me pity looks or even just looking at me funny. Why me? Why did I have to be the one who couldn't hear?


Dean knocked on the woman's door. The sight that he saw wasn't what he was expecting. This woman had to have been in her 30s with cream colored skin and shoulder length black hair. She was beautiful.

"May I help you gentlemen?" She asked.

Dean put on his best face, "Are you Marlie Jackson?"

The woman nodded, "Yes, what can I do for you?"

Dean showed her his badge, "Ma'am, I'm agent Page and this is my partner agent Froid. We're from the FBI and we'd like to talk to you about your parents."

Marlie opened her door, "Please come in."


Dean and John got back to the motel room and Dean noticed that Sam wasn't anywhere in sight.

"Where's Sammy?"

John shrugged, "How should I know?"

Dean and checked the bathroom and John checked his own motel room. They met outside by the car.

"Find anything?" John asked.

"No, just his jacket. He couldn't have gone far," Dean said and went to the clerk's desk. "Excuse me, but have you seen a freakishly tall kid? Brown hair, was wearing blue jeans a white t-shirt?"

"Actually, yes I have. I saw him walking by about ten minutes ago. He didn't have a coat on him and I tried calling him but he ignored me."

Shit! "Thanks," Dean said and walked back to the impala.

"Well?"

"Lady said she saw him walk by ten minutes ago. Where the fuck did he go?"

John shrugged, "Let's keep looking."

Dean nodded as he got behind the wheel of the impala. John climbed into the passenger seat and Dean gunned the engine. They drove around the area of the motel and didn't come up with anything.

"Where the fuck did he get to in ten minutes? Kid is fucking deaf."

"Shut up, dad. You think being deaf has anything to do with this? So what, Sammy's deaf. He's a resourceful kid. He doesn't let his deafness get in the way of what he wants to do. And right now, he's out here somewhere because of it. So do me a favor and shut up or get out."

John looked quizzically at Dean, "You sure you're not sweet on your brother or something?"

Dean wanted to punch his father in the face, "He's my fucking brother you idiot! I've been taking care of him since I was fucking four years old! I know this kid like the back of my hand."

"Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a twist. It was just a joke."

Dean glared at his father then slammed on the brakes.

"Dean, what the fuck was that for?"

Dean pointed and John gasped.

TBC...

MWAHAHAH I know I am evil for leaving it on a cliffhanger.